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Brian nods. “I’d bet my life on it. And it seems they were planning to collect on that bet tonight.” He pulls me closer, his jaw clenched.
I cling to him, horrified at how close I came to serious harm, and unspeakably grateful for this man who keeps saving me in more ways than one. Our meeting feels like no coincidence. It feels like it was meant to be. And I won’t let anyone, including murderous thugs, come between us now.
“I should get you home,” Brian says, his voice a low rumble. “It’s not safe out here tonight.”
My heart is still pounding as Brian stands and takes my hand. We start walking, and as he guides me, I glance over my shoulder nervously, half expecting the thugs to come after us again. But the street behind us remains empty. We’re safe. Thanks to Brian, we’re safe. I look up at him, filled with warmth and affection…and no small amount of desire. The way he fought to protect me, the tender way he’s holding me now—all of it ignites a fire inside me that I’ve never known.
“I don’t want to go home,” I admit, feeling bold. I stop walking, turning to face him. “I want to stay with you.”
Brian’s eyes darken, flickering to my mouth. But he hesitates. “Tanya, you’ve been through a trauma. You’re not thinking clearly.”
“I’m thinking very clearly,” I insist. I reach up, tracing the line of his jaw. “Take me to your place, Brian. Please.”
A soft groan escapes him. I can see the desire and restraint warring within him. But restraint loses. He swoops down, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss. I gasp into it, shocked at my own daring…and thrilled by his reaction. By the time he lifts his head, we’re both breathless.
“Your place,” I repeat, my voice a husky whisper.
Brian doesn’t answer. He simply scoops me into his arms and carries me into the night, as if afraid I’ll change my mind if he gives me the chance to walk.
But he has nothing to fear. I’ve never been surer of anything. I’m exactly where I want to be: in the arms of the man I’ve come to care for, on my way to an unexpected new beginning.
Chapter eleven
Out on the Town
Brian
Tanya and I get picked up in the Bentley. The moment the driver gets in and begins to drive, I notice Tanya’s gaze fixed on the rearview mirror, checking on where the driver is looking. When it’s evident his eyes aren’t on us, she quickly gives me a naughty smile and bites her lower lip, reaching out for the fabric over my crotch. I want to moan but remind myself not to. Instead, I reach out and slowly inch up her dress, with my gaze on the driver now. Perhaps it’s the adrenalin from what we just survived or maybe it’s that we’re so close to being caught in the rear-view mirror, but this whole situation is enticing.
I slide my hand up her dress, slowly feeling every inch of her soft thighs, before reaching for her pussy. I feel the strap of her G-string and tug at it. It slaps back against her skin and makes a clear sound. The driver looks momentarily distracted. My heart races, and Tanya and I both look ahead like nothing is happening here at the back. Once we know the coast is clear, I reach beneath the folds of her panties and feel for her pussy. It’s wet, drenching wet. Tanya arches her back, and I give her a slight frown and mouth at her to settle back down. She bites her lip and forces herself to sit still as I slide my finger in. Slowly, I start tapping at her inner walls, and she grabs my wrist, digging her nails into it. I rotate, and thrust into her pussy, over and over and over again.
As she gets closer to her orgasm, she lets out a gentle whelp, and then she slaps her hands shut over her mouth. The driver is now focused on navigating a traffic jam up ahead, so he fortunately hasn’t noticed so far. I need to get this over with, because how long can we get away with our little escapade for? I begin to circle my fingers around the walls of her pussy, and she inches closer to the edge. At last, I curve my finger to find that right spot, and she gasps, as low as she can and her legs begin to tremble. I find my fingers getting crushed with the force of her ecstasy. Once the last wave passes, I pull out my fingers. She’s now breathing heavily, and she looks at me and smiles. I take my finger to my mouth and lick it clean. She blushes and looks away.
As we pull up at my house, I help her out of the car, my hand lingering on her waist. I take a step back and quickly instruct my chauffeur to leave. I watch as he walks away and when he’s out of sight, she leans into me, her perfume intoxicating, and whispers, “Are we alone?”
My heart pounds. “The driver’s gone for the night.”
She grins a flash of perfect white teeth and pushes me against the side of the car. Her lips crush mine, hungry and demanding. I groan into her mouth, my hands tangling in her hair. She tastes of wine and something sweeter, something uniquely Tanya.
I come to my senses and gently push her away. “Wait. We should go inside.”
She pouts. “I want you now.”
Heat pools in my groin at her words. I clear my throat. “We have all night. Let’s do this right.”
I lead her into the house, acutely aware of her hand in mine. In the foyer, she presses close and nuzzles my neck. “Now, show me to your bedroom.”
I take a steadying breath. “Are you sure about this? We just had a very emotionally taxing experience. I want to make sure this isn’t impulsive.”
She pulls back to meet my gaze, her eyes dark with desire. “I’m twenty-six, not sixteen. I know exactly what I want.” Her hand slides down my chest. “And I want you.”
My control snaps. I crush my mouth to hers and lift her, carrying her up the stairs. By the time we reach my room, we’re both breathless. I set her down and we stare at each other, the air crackling between us. As soon as we enter the room, she pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me. Her fingers trace down my chest as she leans in to kiss me again. I can feel the heat of her body against mine, her breasts pressing into my chest. I run my hands down her back, tracing the curve of her waist. Her skin is soft and warm under my touch.
Tanya breaks the kiss and moves down to kiss and suck on my neck. I groan and arch my back, the pleasure spreading through me. She pulls back and looks at me with a wicked grin. She reaches behind her neck and tugs at the zipper of her dress, letting the fabric slither to the floor.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of her in lace underwear and heels. She’s a vision of sinful beauty, temptation personified. I can only whisper, “You’re gorgeous.”
She smiles, slow and satisfied, and closes the distance between us. This is going to be a long, pleasurable night. She reaches for the buttons of my shirt, her nimble fingers quickly undoing them. I throw the shirt and kick off my shoes as she unbuckles my belt. When I’m down to my boxers, she runs her hands over my chest, exploring. Her touch ignites my skin, heat pooling low in my abdomen.
